Third Degree (Live)

Got me accused of peeping

I can't see a thing

Got me accused of petting

I can't even raise my hand

Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me

Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree

Got me accused of murder

I ain't harmed a man

Got me accused of forgery

I can't even write my name

Got me accused of taxes

I ain't got a dime

Got me accused of children

And ain't nary one of them was mine